grumpybartender:

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          Shoot. “——No.” 

               ”If you give me a drink I’ll pretend it never happened.”

(Source: mxrsinvestigxtions)

anonymously send me an ✖ if you’re afraid of talking to me and tell me why.

(Source: greaseu)

litupgus:

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    ❝Guster? Well, besides that being quite
       the nickname, it wasn’t very hard. You’re
       very welcome. I like to think that I’ve got
       chops. You also did pretty well out there.
        I actually believed that we were together.
     

                 ❝Please— you think that nickname is bad?
                    Try being called Smokey the Barely-Legal 
                    by your local fire department. Guster isn’t 
                    that
bad. I’ve been doing this for years now
                    and it’s hard to find someone with your raw
                    talent and ability to twist my words into some
                    weird symbolism thing to confuse the people
                    and make it seem like you’ve known me that
                    well for years. So, now it’s time for the real
                    questions. Why did you help me even though
                    I confused and accused you of something you
                    didn’t do? Most people would’ve loved to see me
                    crash and burn. You’re different— I like it.

(Source: mxrsinvestigxtions)

Anonymous:
Anon love time! You're an amazing person and don't forget that.

sassy-fitz:

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                   ” I never really thought that explaining what is going on would be so easy for you .” Ezra said through his teeth . ” And the worst part is that I do not know what or who to trust.” He said as his run his hand through his messy now hair.

             ”Ezra, I found out you were together with a student— one of my friends. I didn’t turn you in which goes against everything I do so please save me the guilt trip.” She rested her arms on the desk and leaned forward. “Tell me what you mean. Who can’t you trust?”

(Source: mxrsinvestigxtions)

adoptedjxckson:

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“Whatever. Can you find them?”

             ”I’ll see what I can do.”

(Source: mxrsinvestigxtions)

grumpybartender:

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       ”Nu uh. That’s not gonna work. I’ve 
        had pretty girls flashing me for drinks
        ever since I started, I’ve been slowly
        building up an immunity.” 
        

                 ”What if I sang Beyoncé while flashing you?
                  Sure no other girl has tried that one yet. Wait—
                  did you just call me pretty?”

(Source: mxrsinvestigxtions)

thebigbrotherdeanwinchester:

   "Oh whatever sweetheart," Dean rolled his eyes and he leant back in the booth chair and he stared at the blond infront of him. She was cocky and confident he would give her that. But something about her was staring to grind against Dean’s buttons. Frowning deeply, he reached inside his jacket pocket and he pulled out some pieces of paper Sam had given him on the current case. Most likely vampire case, but heck if this chick wanted nightmares not his problem. Passing the creased papers over he nodded, "Knock yourself out."

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                 ”That sure would be one way to try to figure out the signature of the killer. Seeing as each victim had a serious head injury or bruise on the back of their neck before they were halfway drained of their blood.” She took the papers and held them close to her face, not letting herself miss a single word on the page. She needed to absorb everything about the case and then figure out how the hell she was going to get herself in deep enough that she could learn the killer’s schedule and hopefully stop him in the act. It would be just like her internship at the FBI. “So you think it’s vampires? The little fang marks on the paper point to that, plus the puncture wounds that were somewhere on each victim’s person. The only thing that seems to disprove that theory— other than the obvious— is that all signs are pointing to the puncture wounds being put there after the victim was halfway drained of their blood.”

litupgus:

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   ” Then I’m not sorry.
      You caught me.” 

              “You’re quite cheeky, aren’t you?”

liberumxarbitrium:

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Dean left Sam after being told his brother could deal with burning bones himself. Pulling into Veronica’s driveway, he heard her shriek and he ran out of the car. When he reached her door he tried the knob, but it was locked. Pulling out his hand gun, he slammed his shoulder into the door, calling out for Veronica and Backup.

On the fourth barrage of Dean’s strength against the door, it broke open. He held his flashlight, which was on, in one hand and his gun in the other. “Veronica? Where are you?” Once he said those words, a knife struck the wall behind him suddenly, “Son of a bitch.”

                 She heard the front door be smashed through before she heard him yelling her name. She couldn’t leave Backup or he would move out of the circle and most likely end up killed himself. Something hit her hard against her forehead and it took everything for her to not fall forward onto the circle of salt. She was seeing double but she used her arms around Backup to tether her to the conscious world until things were safe.

               ”If you had told me spirits could throw things I would’ve worn a catcher’s helmet!” She projected her voice so Dean could hear her and hopefully follow it. She was so thankful her father was out of town working a case or things would be a lot worse right now. “Why do the special spirits who can throw inanimate objects always find me? Why can’t I have a spirit of marshmallows find me and kill me with marshmallows? At least that would be painless.”

(Source: mxrsinvestigxtions)